Chapter 12 Death News
Lin Haixia finally left.
But unlike the previous regret and loneliness, he was so excited that he almost ran out of the God General's Mansion.
He wanted to report this great news to the commander of the frontier as quickly as possible.
If they knew that their children had a rare talent for swordsmanship in a thousand years, they would surely be very surprised and relieved!
Lin Haixia understood that sword, but not completely.
He recognized that sword technique, the most famous sword technique in the Li family's collection, the Sea Boundless Tidal Sword Technique!
But compared with the tidal sword techniques he had seen, even at the perfect level, it was not inferior, and even had a special feeling.
He searched his mind and could only think of two words:
Round.
Even more perfect than perfect!
Lin Haixia knew that above the perfection of the technique, there was another deeper realm called perfection.
But even some people who have been immersed in a technique for decades find it difficult to achieve.
In addition to hard practice, you also need superb talent.
However, this amazing sword was presented in Li Hao's hands.
A six-year-old child.
Even for those amazing geniuses, it is extremely difficult to practice a certain technique to be dexterous at the age of six.
Moreover, Lin Haixia has never seen Li Hao practice sword.
But there is no doubt that he thinks Li Hao is practicing secretly.
However, no matter whether you are rich or poor, every day is twelve hours.
Everyone is equal in front of time, and when he saw Li Hao, most of the time of the day was playing chess, playing, strolling, dazed, eating and drinking.
He has never seen him practice sword, and he has never even touched it.
Even if he works hard in secret, how much time can he squeeze out?
He asked Li Hao, why do you practice sword secretly?
Why do you hide this amazing talent?
But Li Hao just smiled and shook his head, and said nothing.
Lin Haixia thought of a lot of things. He had also heard a little about the grievances of the royal family and the grievances of the rich in the storybook, and he had a vague guess in his heart.
Looking at Li Hao's smiling face, Lin Haixia felt a lump in her throat. She knew that if the man from the border came back, this child would never be so helpless.
He could be so brilliant, but now he could only keep a low profile.
If this child hadn't seen her true heart, she probably wouldn't have let herself see his hidden true face... Lin Haixia was quite moved and relieved when she thought of this.
This sword not only made Lin Haixia see Li Hao's talent in swordsmanship, but also combined with Li Hao's daily conversation, she really understood how smart this child was!
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Lin Haixia left in a hurry, and even when she passed by the front yard, she didn't say hello to Bian Ruxue.
With Lin Haixia's departure, the courtyard returned to its former tranquility.
However, now that he is six years old, Li Hao needs to get up early every day and go to Changchun Courtyard to pay his respects to his aunt. This is etiquette.
The purpose of etiquette is to cultivate the character of respecting teachers and repaying kindness from an early age.
As Li Hao's childhood fiancée, Bian Ruxue was already half a member of the Li family, so naturally she had to go with him to pay her respects.
During the morning worship, it was inevitable to meet children from other courtyards, but there were only four or five of them.
They were all about the same age as Li Hao.
For example, Wu Niang's second son and youngest daughter.
Liu Niang's orphan son.
Ba Niang's son and daughter.
The rest of the children were either like Li Qianfeng and Li Wushuang, who were extremely talented and were taken away by famous teachers.
Or they were too old to join the army and fight for fame.
For example, Da Niang's son and daughter were both in their twenties and served as major generals in the army. If there was no war, they would occasionally come back.
But as a member of the Li family, they had already engraved military law into their bones, had strict discipline, and would set an example, so Da Niang rarely saw her children throughout the year.
After the morning greetings, Li Hao and Bian Ruxue were invited by Aunt He Jianlan to stay and enjoy the nutritious breakfast she cooked. Sitting at the table, Li Hao chatted with the dignified and elegant aunt for a few words, and then the two little figures swayed back and forth and returned to their own courtyards.
Li Hao was in a daze as usual, thinking about chess.
Bian Ruxue was practicing sword in the courtyard.
Before Lin Haixia left, she taught her the top-grade swordsmanship, which was enough for her to practice for several years.
I thought this harmonious and quiet time would continue to pass slowly.
Until a few days later, a message suddenly came back to the God General's Mansion.
Lin Haixia is back.
A soldier wearing heavy armor, burly, and cold eyes brought Lin Haixia back.
But he only brought back one hand.
When Li Hao heard the news from Zhao Bo, he was stunned.
The chess piece in his hand fell to the ground, but he, who usually only had eyes for the chess piece, didn't even look at it at this moment.
He didn't even bother to put on his boots, and ran out barefoot, rushing into Changchun Courtyard.
The maid at the door wanted to report, but Li Hao had already rushed in.
Then, he saw a soldier kneeling on one knee in the main hall of Changchun Courtyard, where he usually worshipped in the morning.
Li Hao's heart trembled, and he looked past the soldier and saw a piece of red cloth on the ground in front of him, with a hand lying on the cloth.
The broken arm seemed to be torn, bloody and messy.
The green sleeves were wrapped with ribbons, which were the clothes Lin Haixia wore when she left.
This hand had rubbed the little girl's head a few days ago.
In his ear, the soldier was reporting to He Jianlan:
"On his way to Yanbei, Lieutenant Lin passed the Qizhou National Highway and was attacked by demons ambushing there."
"The battlefield in Yanbei is stalemate. Recently, demons have sneaked into various cities in Yanbei, trying to disperse our troops. Frequent demon attacks have also occurred in other states..."
"Stop for a moment."
He Jianlan interrupted the soldier.
She was slightly stunned and looked at Li Hao, who hurried into the lobby with his bare feet.
Immediately he thought of something, a sigh appeared in his eyes, and he ordered Xuejian beside him: "Take off the arm first."
"yes."
Xuejian nodded lightly, then raised her apricot eyes to glance at Li Hao who rushed in. She was quite familiar with this little guy, and also knew that the owner of this arm was half the master who built Li Hao's foundation.
However, in the Jiangmen family, she had already seen many separations between life and death, and apart from sighing secretly, she had no other feelings.
When Xuejian came over, Li Hao stepped forward and stopped her.
Ignoring the other party's surprised look, Li Hao turned around and stared at the soldier:
"Which demon killed Uncle Lin?"
The soldier looked up and saw a little boy of the same height as him kneeling on one knee, staring at him with an angry look on his face. His eyes were extremely cold and angry, as if he did not belong to a child.
From the jade pendant hanging on the other party's waist, he recognized that it was Qilin'er from the Li family, but he didn't know which house he belonged to.
Immediately he said truthfully: "It was a thousand-year-old demon from the fourth realm. He led several demons to attack him and ate Captain Lin. When the city guard from Qizhou arrived, only this arm was left."
Share the food! Li Hao's brain was roaring, his eyes suddenly turned red, the blood all over his body was rushing backwards, and his brain was congested.
It was not difficult for him to imagine what kind of situation that was, how cruel it was!
When Li Hao came to this world, he was in the Divine General's Mansion. Although he heard a lot of news about monsters from the surrounding environment, he had never actually seen them. Although he knew that the battlefield was cruel in the past, this was the first time he felt it so face-to-face. impact.
"Does that monster have a name?"
Li Hao said in a low voice.
The soldier said: "Yes, that demon has been living outside Qizhou City for a long time, and he calls himself the 'Immortal in Tiger Robe'."
Li Hao silently engraved this name in his heart, and indescribable killing intent surged in his heart, but he controlled his emotions and didn't ask any more questions. He just turned around, rolled up the red cloth on the ground, and covered the arm. Good accommodation.
Then, Li Hao raised his head and glanced at the aunt sitting in the seat: "Auntie, I took Uncle Lin's hand back. I'm rude today, don't blame me."
After saying that, he turned around and left with his arms and bare feet.
He Jianlan's eyes flashed slightly, and she could faintly see something in Li Hao that she didn't usually see. This child was more mature and smarter than she imagined.
"Xue Jian, give Chengzhi's boots to Hao'er." He Jianlan ordered.
Xuejian nodded and went to the side room to find the boots. When he was chasing him out of the hospital, he saw that the little figure had gone away and disappeared.
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Return to Shanheyuan.
Li Hao found a place to bury his arm, then found a wooden sign, engraved the words "Lin Haixia" on it, and inserted it into the soil.
He ordered Uncle Zhao to circle the area and prohibit entry.
When Uncle Zhao learned that Lin Haixia's remaining arm was buried inside, he quickly persuaded him: "Young master, this is the courtyard where the family heads live. We cannot bury the bones. We have a cemetery for burying martyrs. Send Colonel Lin to it." Go there."
"Let's buy a tomb for Uncle Lin in the Martyrs Cemetery."
Li Hao shook his head slightly and glanced at the courtyard: "This huge Shanhe Courtyard can accommodate one of Uncle Lin's hands."
"Young Master..."
Uncle Zhao wanted to say more, but was stopped by Li Hao, so he had no choice but to give up.
"Remember to provide pension to Uncle Lin's family and treat them well." Li Hao said to Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao replied: "Colonel Lin is a member of the army. Yanbei should already know the news and will deal with his family well."
"That's over there, and this is here." Li Hao glanced at Uncle Zhao: "You should understand what I mean."
Uncle Zhao was startled, then nodded slightly: "I understand."
The news of Lin Haixia's death was like a pebble thrown into the bottom of a lake. It did not cause any waves in the Divine General's Mansion, only small ripples.
Other academies were as usual, but in Shanhe Academy, Li Hao was even more obsessed with chess, neglecting even Bian Ruxue's sword practice.
He didn't tell the little girl about Uncle Lin, so as not to make her sad.
Time flies.
One day, Li Hao woke up from his sleep and was playing chess with Uncle Lin. Suddenly a tiger rushed in from outside the chessboard, overturned the chessboard, pushed Lin Haixia to the ground and bit his neck.
He sat on the bed, breathing heavily.
The little girl beside her was woken up, her eyes were bleary, and she rubbed her eyes and said, "Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
Li Hao came to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
When the little girl fell asleep again, Li Hao covered her with the quilt that had been slid aside, and immediately sat up and came to the window sill.
Under the moonlight, fonts suddenly appeared in front of Li Hao's eyes:
[You have understood the heart of chess. ]
